1313 Cemetery Way 6

John's right hand passed through
the crystal grasping the hilt of his sword.
Sparks flew as the crystal crumbled and exploded away. The room went black for several seconds as the
sounds of rushing wind filled the room.
Pages fluttered and books fell.
After it all stopped Jon had gone to his knees. But he had the sword. "Are you ok John." Claire asked knowing full well how badly that
must have hurt. "Claire I remember
the promise I made you." Her glee could be felt as she glomped him from
behind "good to have you back my love." "Ours is a love not bound by
time." John had regained some of
his former self. "I also remember
building this place. But it is all a
blurred jumbled mess. Claire what
happens if we fail to activate it?"
"John you and your brother made this place to only activate when 72
soul fragments are gathered and placed on the graves lining the path to the
house. This place works by usurping
deaths power. We both have already
pissed him off so in order to not make him any madder you decided to make it an
all or nothing gamble. You have one
lifetime to gather all of them and if you fail, you start over in your next
incarnation." "Have we ever gotten
close?" "The closest we have
gotten was ten lifetimes ago but even saying that we only had half of the
fragments."

"Finding the good fragments is
easy. The evil ones are more difficult
to get. To collect a good one we can
just ask and they offer up a piece of their soul or we can just take a relic
belonging to them to serve in its place.
The evil fragments usually must be fought for." As John sat taking it all in the scope of his
task slowly over took him. There was no
big hurry to finish the task but it finally hit him. Claire must have suffered so greatly. Her
pain to have watched him die and come back just to de again must be... His mind could not even come up with a
comparable pain. The worst things that
had happened to him to date was the murder of his twin sister and the Kidney stone
shower he had suffered two years earlier.
Those were not even on the same level as what Claire had gone through or
was still suffering through. One thing
was clear to him somehow this go round he must succeed for both of their
sakes. He felt good, he could do
this. John had no idea where this surge
of confidence came from but he knew this time we have to win!

"Sounds like fun so how do we
start my love?" Claire hugged him
tightly "I am so glad you are back."

As John took in the scene he
noticed the library was in shambles. All
of his hard work had been for nothing.
But not quite nothing he had regained part of his memory and his
sword. But deep down he knew the sword
would be useless in this modern age. So
the real question was how could he use it?
"Well Claire I suppose my first move is to clean up this
mess." Claire just stood smiling
"John, just tell the library to return to normal." John stared blankly there was no way it was
that easy. However after grabbing this
sword that now sat in front of him. He
decided to try it "library I john Ravenwood command you to return to
normal!" In seconds events began
unfolding in reverse. Pages fluttered as
books lifted off the ground flying in circles.
One by one the books stacked on the shelf. The books were even going back better
organized all but one. It lay open on
the table. Before now it had been just a
blank old book. Claire recognized it
immediately Merlin had left it in her care more than a millennium ago. As she thought about it she remembered
wondering why he had left a blank book.
But as she approached it she noticed it was no longer blank. The first line read Hello John I don't know
how many lives you have led before now but these pages revealing their secrets
means I am no longer alive and the time for my prophecy is upon you. You must travel to my resting place to obtain
my fragment which will change the device we built more on that later good luck
my brother. "That Merlin really was
such a good little brother." John
quickly crossed the room and saw the text.
"His resting place how ... How do we find or get to something like
that?"

Before Claire could answer more
text appeared. So sorry my brother I
suppose that was a bit too vague. You
will need this book and the sword. The dimensional
gateway does not have enough power to open and with me no longer there the path
to my world is closing quickly. Claire
will know the place I speak of. There is
a place in the necropolis where a stone has a slot in it as if it were missing
something. No doubt you have heard of
the sword in the stone. Place your sword
in that slot and it will power the device for now. The book will serve as your passport of
sorts. Once there look for Raven she
will have my Crystal ball and you might also talk with Jack Rhodes. "Come on John we have to go, I told you
time is relative so..." John finished
her thought "so we have no way of knowing how long the worlds will remain
connected." They both ran out of
the room and Claire opened the door to a room that would chill normal people to
the bone. It was an indoor graveyard
complete with a piano lit by a single chandelier. John did not have time to wonder about this place. His goal was clear save Claire live happily
ever after or some crap like that!

"John the stone is on the
other side of the piano!" He
rounded the piano and there it was. The
very stone spoken of in the Arthur legends sat right there. Merlin had wired it into the main power
source of the necropolis. John stood before
the stone lifting Dark Thunder just above it in one stroke he plunged the sword
deep into the stone. The energy surged
through the entire place. The stone of
kings began to glow as the whole house shook.
As a melancholy tune echoed from the piano the gateway opened above one
of the graves. Claire grabbed his hand "Hurry
John!" In a flash and clap of
thunder they were gone. An instant they
stood in a courtyard full of roses and Forget Me Nots. Three very angry people had them trapped in a
triangle. One was a man who seemed to
stare at things the same way a cat would.
One was a young woman with short dark hair and Blue-Green eyes. The other was a man with a very sinister
stern look on his face. "Claire I
think we are in trouble?!"

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